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Chapter 32 - The Lake Of Spring When Lake Sammamish's spring arrives, there feels to be a thawing in the lake. A kind of liberated happy feeling starts radiating in all directions once the long, deep winter is over. Up till now in my life, I have seldom paid close attention to trees. I only know that in autumn leaves start sailing downward, scattering and fluttering all over the place. When winter comes, all the leaves will have fallen and the boughs have become bald. Trees are turned into branches, kind of old and ugly. When snow falls, the tops of the tree trunks and branches are powdered white. Then comes spring, a time for trees to reawaken from their deep slumber. Trees by Lake Sammamish start to sprout young, green buds. Flowers are pink and beautiful but their pollens are allergens. There are many trees in Redmond and green is everywhere, especially by Lake Sammamish. But during these days when the air is infused with pollens, many Americans come down with hay fever. Hay fever is caused by allergens in the pollens and, when one develops an allergy to the pollens, one gets symptoms such as dizziness, stuffiness in the head, sneezing, runny nose, rashes or even fever. Days of attacks of hay fever are like the aftermath of a wonderful festival in which flowers are turned into thorny poisons. Many Americans have experienced hay fever which is similar to a common cold. Holy-Red-Crown-Vajra-Master has been living in the United States for more than three years now, and I have been relying on my practice to defend myself against all infectious agents. I have not even had a common cold, a sneeze, a cough, or a runny nose in the past three years. After the awakening of the kundalini, my life seems to have become a steel-wrought vajra weapon; I don't get sick any more. These pollens that have afflicted so many people cannot affect me at all. I have actually purposely sniffed the little blossoms, trying to inhale more pollens. I appreciate the life force at the lakeside and enjoy the colorful blossoms, breathing in their fragrance and pollens. I am curious about the new twigs that have sprouted little bits of green which, in the past, I have neglected to observe. This fresh green is thoroughly, distinctly alive. Spring at Lake Sammamish has made me become aware of the new twigs turning green with life and pink with bloom; both my eyes and consciousness are applauding for these blossoms. Spring at Lake Sammamish is already circulating harmoniously inside my body and mind; in my heart there is tremendous happiness and bliss. In spring, the murmuring honey bees start flitting around; in spring, the little birds are singing happily; in spring, the fluttering butterflies are dancing. The change of seasons in Lake Sammamish is clearly defined and, in spring, everything is newly born. The lost is regained-how wonderful it is to be liberated! Sometimes I realize that the force of Nature is limitless. Too many people are trying to use their knowledge to change Nature. People exert their utmost strength, they over-perform and they are over aggressive. I believe that such over-doing is destructive and could result in a premature end. So I have now learned to follow the course of Nature. A person of truly great wisdom will follow Nature's course; a sage will experience the force of Nature in order to understand and immerse oneself in it, rather than fight against it. I feel that it is futile to fight against Nature. We can, within ourselves, homogenize the forces of Nature and turn them into a strength. There is no need to forcefully adapt ourselves to everything. The process it-self is a kind of learning which requires long training and discipline. A little blossom, I have taken it into my heart. A little honey bee, I have taken it into my heart. A little butterfly, I have taken it into my heart. This is a fresh experience. I have received great joy and bliss from it. Lake Sammamish's sceneries are so beautiful. Everything is thriving and I can feel that the lake is already reborn. To leave now seems rather difficult. Although I am a Nature's wanderer, I think I had better stay here by the side of the lake! I will stay here until I reach the point where I am the lake and the lake is me. Then, when I leave, the lake leaves. Then I shall be setting out with my wanderer's footsteps again, walking towards a different spot between heaven and earth. Spring at Lake Sammamish is a fresh smiling face, with the flowers intoxicatingly enchanting, the bald branches growing new green, the lake water refreshingly cool. Every-thing starts fresh again-even the land must awaken fresh again. Holy-Red-Crown-Vajra-Master also feels fresh again. He is projecting the greatest energy from his inner world, creating a sparkling illumination and distributing crystals of Light to all his disciples, causing everyone's heart to prosper and thrive.
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